Three Songs

Give a man a horse he can ride,
Give a man a boat he can sail;
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,
On sea nor shore shall fail.

Give a man a pipe he can smoke
Give a man a book he can read:
And his home is bright with a calm delight,
Though the room be poor indeed.

Give a man a girl he can love,
As I O my love, love thee;
And his heart is great with the pulse of fate,
At home, on land, on sea.

The vine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long and arises drunken,
But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own heart,
That great, rich Vine.

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